The terror, it remains.
Luckily, my compatriots
in crime Ian and Anne shall be with me, and hopefully I can just remember that confidence is a self-fulfilling prophecy and not spend the entire time hiding behind fake potted plants in the hotel lobby.
I have no reason to be scared, right? I mean, I have finished drafts, I have experience submitting, I keep up to date on the industry.
It’s just…my mom went to one of these about ten years ago, was told she had no talent, and stopped writing. I don’t want that to be me. (And honestly, I liked that story, and at the time, I was the right age range for it.)
Fears and panicking aside, I have been working on getting ready. The story I’ve been submitting on and off has a new (much better, if my readers are to be believed) first chapter. I hope to do a basic edit of the rest of the story and perhaps a rewrite of the second half of the last chapter before this weekend, but that’s probably pushing it.
I’ve printed out the schedule and tentatively selected panels to attend. (Unfortunately, many overlap. Perhaps Ian, Anne, and I can divide and conquer.) I’ve made a list of things that need to be done before this weekend. I wish I could say it’s getting done in a timely fashion but no, no.
I have yet to write my pitch, but that is the goal for today.
I know this is going to be a good experience. I know I need to use it to its fullest potential.
I just wish the nagging panic would go away.
(P.S. If someone has experience with this sort of thing, what is proper attire? Should I take business casual stuff, something more formal, jeans? Help!)